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"Get up," Yuko said flatly to the man sitting in her favourite chair. "Why?" he asked innocently, knowing full well why. "It's. My. Chair!"
"Ah! I know a way to solve this," he said, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "What the-" but before she could finish, Clow grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into his lap. "Eh—Hey!"
"Well you and I both want the chair so now we can both have it," he said happily. Too happily. "Hey! Let me go!" the witch yelled as his arms snaked around her, holding her still. She tilted her head, attempting to look at the evil magician. He rested his head on the crook of her neck, actually showing signs of exhaustion and not letting her move at all now. Turning his head inwards, he touched his warm lips to her pale, slender neck. A small moan escaped Yuko's lips, getting past the usual barrier of indifference that she kept up around him. Slowly, Yuko turned to face the suddenly affectionate magician and lay her hands on his shoulders, bringing her mouth up to his. The kiss became more passionate as Clow's grip on her thin figure tightened. If only they could stay like this forever, Yuko thought. But she knew that there was no such thing as forever